Aquitaine

by Kristin Witko

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released July 26, 2013

All songs (except 'Lang Zal Ze Leven') written, performed, and recorded by Kristin Witko; mixed by Elisa Pangsaeng; and mastered by Ovidiu Bistriceanu. Cover art by Kristin Witko & Jeremy Crowle.

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Kristin Witko Abbotsford, British Columbia

Kristin Witko is an inspirational lifecoach in the vein of Oprah Winfrey, Deepak Chopra, and Steven Morrissey.

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Track Name: Lang Zal Ze Leven
Long may he live!
Long may he live!
Long may he live
in Glory, in Glory, in Glory!
Track Name: Blind Eye
I’d do well to find peace until
Lord provides what the Beast doesn’t kill

I sing Oh Oh
Until

I dwell in a reasonable hell
Are you my fantasy until

I sing Oh Oh
Until

Lemme turn a blind eye so I can see!!

While the Will climbs the steepest hill
I’m surprised I could keep so still

I sing Oh Oh
Until

Why provide other people’s fill?
Time that I felt the evil thrill!

I’ll be singing Oh Oh
Until

Lemme turn a blind eye so I can see!!
Track Name: 40 Strong
40 Strong: they used to be the Great Pretender’s Army.
40 strong they used to be, but now they never harm me.
He’s not wrong; don’t choose to be
cuz then he’d just feel sorry.

40 Strong: they used to be my Great Defender’s Army.
40 strong they used to be, but now they never call me.
Run along! Don’t choose to be
the bad guy in this story.

He’s so extraordinary! He sez this war’s not scary!
And maybe it’s not, but I never fired my first shot…

40 Strong, elucidate the ways ya just don’t want me.
40 Strong, you’ll loose the chain but never end the haunting.
He’s not strong; he used to be
but now we’re too disarming. (Aren’t we??)

He sez this war’s not scary!!

40 Strong: they used to be the Great Contender’s Army.
40 Strong, it’s news to me, but then he never warned me.
He don’t tell the truth to me:
that all he feels is sorry.
Track Name: Tenderheart
Tenderheart, you’re such an easy mark!
Making sparks but we never wanted fire.
It’s a lie that you could do without
all those tender little hooligans who run to you.

That’s ok! That’s just the price you pay.
From the start, aim for a broken heart.
Snooze ya lose! Best that you pay your dues;
all the same young dudes are carrying the same old news

Same old again…

Get back what you wanted to keep!
Get back the one you wanted to be!
It’s sad to see your own mortality
but you better stop making trouble for me.

Simple math makes me laugh:
what they take is what you lack,
& in the end, the love you give’s what you’re not getting back!
GET IT BACK!

Tenderheart, you’re such a work of art!
Not too smart: lipstick on Joan of Arc.
Still, you say, that’s just the price you pay.
All the sinners get the best parts in the Passion Play.

Then they said, ‘There’s just too much of you!
Too well fed to help but ruin the view.’
That’s your bad! (Best taste you ever had.)
Nothing that a lil Photoshop can’t wash away.

Wash it way!!

Crimson clover, over and over,
pure nostalgia will kill you in the end.
Track Name: Porcelain
She’s like a sister to them.
She parses boys from the
men
(-dacious little mixer!)
(a thinspiration picture!)

But there’s another blunder to mend,
and now we wonder,
‘Whose original sin?’
Porcelain’s again.

She’ll bite the bullet this time,
she’ll fill his gullet,
though commentary’s coming
from other scary women.

Decisions are no fun to defend!
She’s torn asunder.
Who wants a bestest friend?
Porcelain again.

Hey you…yeah!

I saw it,
and you’re never going to try
long as you got the voice to cry,
long as you got the lust for lullabies,
long as you want the baby’s rockabye.

Bye-bye

She’ll wear a hundred hats!
She’s proud to say that,
‘Sincerity’s a cinch
for ladies in a pinch.’

She never asks to borrow a dime,
dines with the whiners.
Who has the biggest grin?
Porcelain’s boyfriend.

While baby’s just round the bend
she wants to listen
to elemental voices,
make customary choices,

and don’t you rock the boat that she’s in!
We’re taking votes now:
‘Who has the thinnest skin?’
Porcelain always wins!

Fine. You win.

I saw it,
and you’re never going to try
long as you got the voice to cry,
long as you got the lust for lullabies,
long as you want the baby’s rockabye.

Won’t say that she didn’t try.
All thru the bad time:
surprises for the kinder,
a prize of toil and cinders;

but when you got a husband to keep
then princess has got to sweep
underneath the rug
a lifetime for a hug.

The meek inherit nothing but this:
a world of listless
and dysfunctional functions,
the known and unknown unknowns.

Beatific and ready-to-wear,
hush-hush and there-there:
our everlasting friend,
Porcelain born again.


I saw it.
Track Name: Caroline
Caroline, you must be joking!
There’s a line that should be broken,
but it feels so good when you’re around.
It’s our secret when you’re feeling down. ☺

Caroline, you must be joking!
There’s a heart that never woke up,
but it feels so good when you’re around.
They don’t see it when you’re feeling down.

Better get ready…
your fingers crossed…
keep your head steady…!
You’re old enough to know the difference,
old enough by now.

Caroline, you must be joking…!
They’re alarmed now that you’ve spoken,
cuz it feels so good when you’re around.
Hit the ceiling on your long way down!

Better to be silence than the last word spoken.
Better to be silence than the last word spoken.
Better to be silence than the last word spoken.
Track Name: What Did You Mean By 'Love'?
What did you mean by ‘love’?
Love, love—are you certain that’s the word you’re thinking of??

Drowning in a wave of fun:
you tell me that that’s acceptable, acceptable.
Counting back from ten to one,
I guess it was predictable, predictable.

I’ll be draining all the blood that ever flowed
cuz you said you felt invincible, in principle.
Crowing all the big clichés; you read them
in your poetry and so did she.

This is how the west was won:
a matchstick and a Marlboro, a Marlboro.
All the pretty horses run.
They tell me it’s so hard to find your heart of gold.

I’ll be burning all the bridges that I crossed
since I lost you in the undertow, so long ago.
Washed up in a lawless town, you’ll win back
what you lost out there: your faithful mare.
Oh no!

On the banks,
Spanish lakes,
you swore you’d
never make
the same mistake,
but once you see
your great escape,
you never hesitate, hesitate!
Track Name: Receiver
Hello,
I walked a year of nights to reach ya.
Don’t ring the alarm!
I sold the family farm to reach ya.
And you could turn me down,
I’d still travel through the sound to meet ya.
Cuz I’ve been around,
and I’ll dig into the ground if that’s where you’ll be found.

RECEIVER,
I bet you don’t, I bet you don’t, I bet you don’t
believe it when you see it!

You know,
I never was the kind to fake it,
and we got along
cuz nothing’s too divine or sacred.
And you could nail me down
if I told a lie so flagrant,
but leave me alone!
I gotta speak my mind if I’m speaking at all.

My love,
I’m sad to say that I won’t make it.
But I met a dove
and she’s as white as I could make her.
And she won’t take you down,
not unless it’s I who says to…
but I’ll hold my tongue
cuz I can’t pray today--

but every honest man
gets a ticket to the Promised Land
if he only sez, ‘war is over if you want!’
She’ll slap you in the face again,
wipe the kisses off her only friend;
just remember: ‘war is over if you try it!’
Track Name: Skeleton Harbour
Dropping my anchor at the Skeleton Harbour,
making my bed under the Enemy’s Arbor.
It wasn’t my first & it won’t be my last trip
cuz everywhere I go I walk the plank of the same ship.
Join the line if you think there’s time,
but leave if you believe it’s over.

Make me, make me, make me sleep at night!
You know that I’ll be coming cuz I’m dancing half the night!
Make me, make me, make me sleep at night.

I was so anxious, taking names at the party,
measuring the ages of faces I can’t have part from me.
If I get to know your ghost before your body goes under
it makes the dream seamless when you’re waving
from the other shore.
I declined Paradise to bring you valentines.

Make me, make me, make me sleep at night!
You know that I’ll be coming cuz I’m dancing half the night!
Make me, make me, make me sleep at night.

Please leave the light behind when you go,
or lead me through this dream
faithfully like a firefly.
Don’t leave me in the dark!
Where’s the spark I been following?
Please see me right before it’s time to go
Please